Gleanings151/GPT5 1

O divine nightingales, hasten from the thorn-field of abasement to the spiritual rose-garden; and O earthly friends, set your course toward the heavenly nest. Give glad tidings to the soul that the Beloved has set the crown of manifestation upon His head and has opened the gates of the rose-garden of His advent. Bring good news to the eyes that the time of beholding has come, and to the ears that the hour of hearing has arrived. Inform the friends of the garden of longing that the Friend has come to the marketplace, and apprise the hoopoes of Sheba that the Beauty has granted leave to enter. O lovers of the Beloved’s countenance, turn the sorrow of separation into the joy of reunion, and mingle the poison of estrangement with the honey of meeting, although until now the lovers have been running after the beloved, and the dear ones hastening after the Loved One.